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Petition against the reactosphere

MENCIUS MOLDBUG · JULY 31, 2011

Believe it or not, life is stirring in old Europe. The fate of that sad
continent has always reminded me of a fantasy novel I read when I was 18
and read fantasy novels, Guy Gavriel Kay’s
Tigana. As La Wik
explains:

The plot focuses on a group of rebels attempting to overthrow both
tyrants and win back their homeland. Many of the rebels are natives of
the province of Tigana, which was the province that most ably resisted
Brandin: In a crucial battle, Brandin’s son was killed. In retaliation
for this, Brandin attacked Tigana and crushed it more savagely than any
other part of the Palm; then, following this victory, he used his magic
to remove the name and history of Tigana from the minds of the
population. Brandin named it Lower Corte, making Corte, their
traditional enemies to their north, seem superior to a land that was all
but forgotten.

Only those born in Tigana before the invasion can
hear or speak its name, or remember it as it was; as far as everyone
else is concerned, that area of the country has always been an
insignificant part of a neighbouring province, hence the rebels are
battling for the very soul of their country.

When we Americans contemplate the depressing spectacle of “European
socialism”—i.e., American socialism, sent by airmail—squatting like
an evil alien bat where once reigned the
forty kings that
made France, it’s hard for me to forget this otherwise trifling
confection. Of course I assume the author had something entirely
different in mind. But you never know.

Part of the problem is that mass media in Scandinavia (and elsewhere)
allow massive quantities of hatred by anonymous/pseudonymous
commentators to be attached to almost any article in the web editions of
their publications. That is a marked shift for the publishing standards
previously used for letters columns.

True, you can’t stop hate speech
on all of the internet. But there is arguably a big difference between
hate speech on fringe sites populated mostly by violencemongering
racists/islamophobes and giving such individuals space in the comments
section of large papers. That only gives them a sense of breakthrough
and the comment section format makes robust counterargumentation not
very likely. Papers ought to either ban anonymous comments altogether or
hire enough moderators to be able to keep up with a very strict
moderation 24/7.

Indeed. You’d think it would be trivial just to configure a filter which
detected the word “Tigana”—replacing it with the correct “East
England,” simply ditching the post, or more proactively alerting the
relevant authorities. Alas, there’s no limit to the typographic tricks
of these scoundrels. Fortunately, many socially conscious Europeans are
already seeking employment. Now that we’ve seen the dangers, I’m sure
this little newspaper thing will be solved toot sweet.

But concerned
Americans may be surprised at the extent of information terrorism in
East England. It’s for our own good, of course. America is the Jedi
nation, and it’s natural that we fear the ancient peril of the Sith. If
we knew how strong they have already become, in their old nest of East
England, the cold reality might paralyze us into inaction. Can we ever
forget that 250 years ago, America herself was nearly conquered by this
foul pseudo-nation? Those days are over, of course. But if we are too
quick to forget them, they might return.

For instance, I’d be
surprised if there are a hundred Americans whose noble souls have been
lost truly and for good to the utter darkness of reaction. That’s not
much of a reactosphere—more like a reacto-dot. When I search for the
word réacosphère, however—yes, misspelled, I know, with the odd
marks of East England’s funny old dialect—I get—wait for it—
185,000
hits. Is that disturbing? Or is that disturbing?Don’t forget, these
same people came very close to killing George
Washington.

Fortunately,
one
patriotic East Englishman is on the case. He has identified the central
hive or Death Star of this hateful “réacosphère”—or as more
socially conscious East Englishmen put it,
fachosphère
(I trust no translation is necessary). This is the notorious
François Desouche. The identity of M.
Desouche is not known. He is known to be a racist,
however.

Fortunately, as an American I am unable to read East English—actually now illegal in many states. But like everything American, our
computers are the best in the world, and can translate this horrible
gargling muck with mechanical precision, saving my tonsils from
carcinogenic hate speech. In fact, I suspect that Google’s algorithms
have actually improved this material.

Otherwise, it would surely
have already done the trick, as M. Desouche is still out there abusing
our tolerance. Whereas just from the picture, it’s clear that East
Englishmen have always known what to do about hate
speech:

The caption reads:

The abuse of freedom of expression is a crime. Blogress arrested,
1832.

We must remember that those who tolerate intolerance abuse tolerance
itself, and an enemy of tolerance is an enemy of democracy. If this
isn’t obvious to East Englishmen, perhaps we still have a few B-24
Liberators in the hangar somewhere. Remember—freedom isn’t
free.

But let’s let this brave young East Englishman say his
piece:

Why

Far be it from us to make amalgams shame or stigmatize anyone. But still. The [East English]–born, or under-dog, native to this
country or shabby, is a young low-skilled, uneducated, unemployed,
inbred, [East English], old, severely retarded, warty, syphilitic,
illiterate, full of phobias, addictions and racist pedophiles who
complacently lounging in a sea of ​​ignorance for living idly nauseating
stench in a cave to vapors of wine, eating his feces, screaming loudly
patriotic songs and German patiently accumulating his boogers as
appetizers for holidays: Gandhi’s death, discovery of the AIDS virus,
the anniversary of his piranha Adolphe, eruption of Mount Vesuvius, the
disappearance of a protected species, air disaster.

Jesus! The only bright spot is that no one in America matches this
description—thanks, we can only assume, to our strict border controls. Still, the Internet is a loophole. How was I even able to access this
post, for instance, without a research authorization? More can always be
done. More needs to be done:

Pest, the native [East English], because of its puny and stunted
body size, has only one interest in pharmaceutical clinical trials or as
an extra in major films such as Gremlins and Troll 2. Outside the daily
cleaning of his collection of cast iron blocks, the native [East
Englishman] loves: his cheese rind, remembering his vacation on the
Atlantic Wall, shine his boots, clean your terrarium cockroaches, watch
hangings of ’homos on Iranian television, see Haitians small slam of
Cholera, and shine his boots yet.

Frightened by the Enlightenment, it
moves at night in his Panzer Used Tune blue-white-red and think go
unnoticed by covering the sound tracks of powerful Wagnerian arias. Constantly in search of baby seals skinned alive in Africa to its
mandibles racist, his little eyes anxiously scans the web vicious foul,
attracted by the smell of the innocent who would come bogged down in the
dark belly of the still fertile zeurlépluzombres.

Google tells me that this last word, or “word,” has only been used
once on the Internets. Whatever the truth is—I’m pretty sure I
couldn’t handle it:

That’s why we say: sub-dogs are idiots and need to be silenced. Protect our democracy. Stop the stereotypes, stigma, looking for
scapegoats to evade our responsibilities and shortcuts are easy to
stifle debate. Because all together in the Living Together, we defend
the diversity that enriches us close mixed as millions of small sticks
and colored sugar.

All together in the Living Together! Sub-dogs are idiots and need to be
silenced!

M. Derville then cites a long list of responsible East
English authorities who have already signed his petition—such as the
famous King of East England, Henry IV, well-known for his epigram:
“Paris is worth a mosque.” I would include this, but come on—it’s
East England. All these peasants put together aren’t worth one authentic
State Department cable.

We also learn more about the notorious M.
Desouche:

François Marcel Desouchitsyne is a [East English] blogger and
dissident, author of A Day of Lawrence Moucharovitch Archipelago and
salads. In 2015, he was sentenced to eight years in rehabilitation in
the death camps of tolerance for “business information”, after setting
out on his blog policy Martine Aubropovitch “Titans”. In a post
intercepted by the Halde, François Desouchitsyne criticized the
“génialissime Marshal, best friend of mankind” (according to official
qualifiers) alliance with Joseph Sarkopovitch purges and so-called
“positive” conducted as part of the operation “Tolerance
immutable.”

His novels The Last Celt and The Pavilion Jounaleuh and
the twelfth volume of his historical epic on the media, Mud Bouge,
appear in Asia and won him the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2020, it
will reward that after being expelled from UERSS. His life becomes a
permanent conspiracy to steal the right to inform the hunt despite
more diligent of the Ministry of Love, and convicts of Chicha.

In
2024, when he is wanted in the case of small tubes Caribbean Myrha the
street, it is hosted by a Sanglierovitch. He missed being assassinated
December 25, 2024 by a real bearded / false Santa Claus. One of his
closest colleagues, Robinovitch, narrowly escaped an assassination
committed by the past participle of the Truands Grammar aboard a
Zeppelin steam en route to Tibet. The attack is a serious injury:
Bernard Pivot, who was drinking quietly in a chamomile 10 000 km away. Appeared in 2027 in Shanghai Archipelago salads, extensive book
outlining the nature of the media and unambiguous written between 2014
and 2017 on tiny sausage skins, one to one hidden in bins geraniums. In
short, a life “entirely devoted to the service of Hate” in the
words of the generous free Moucharovitch Laurent.

This material, as we see, is becoming extremely obscure. But no less
disturbing:

The heroic little finger is then shown in a relic in the House of
Martyrs intolerance. A wreath was laid before the Good bucket in memory
of the illustrious Appendix promoted to the Legion of Honor
posthumously. Minute of silence in schools. Flags at half mast. National
mourning. Pinot at the bedside of proud, “father” of the hero, Martine
Aubropovitch “Titine” barely hold back her tears. It declared war on
the small Caribbean puddings “symbols of hatred.”

Sniffing the
scrambles, the Council is not representative of blacks in [East
England] and elsewhere denounced him as “an orgy of hatred
Islamophobic” but is quick to warn against any “stigma small tubes
Caribbean.” As vice alas: a misunderstanding, two thousand small West
Indian were killed in pogroms anti-rolls following a fatwa. “It’s nerd
’comment on the GG on RMC who is responsible for Desouchitsyne does,
however, no doubt in the tragic day of April 12 which saw the Appendix
fall in battle. And Claude Askolobels on Radio One added, “the ogre is
Desouchitsyne demiurgic of hatred.” Titin, she swears on the nail of
St. Atrial to get your hands on “Desouchitsyne monster.” April 25, the
overwhelming evidence is found in the cave of suspect guilty.

There is more.Read
it. Or try. If you know the East English dialect, somehow (this is a
red flag, so be sure to mask your IP) you could even translate in the
comments section.

But finally, the colored sugar itself concurs, even
more bravely, in M. Derville’s comments:

Hello Master, I agree with you Fdesouche must be closed, this site is a
real misère.J did it thousands of copies-screen that I am at your
disposal if you were going to process (I have blackened the comments
written by my brothers for the sake of caution because frankly that I
approve, they do not go by halves, and this could be detrimental to your
action).

I am Honorary President of Truands of grammar, I applied
to be President but the officers evicted me because I can not read or
write. I got the post of Honorary President through him who wields the
best grammar and sign the documents of the association of a sticker or
it is written, 1,2,3 live Algeria, he had thought sign of a cross but it
was strictly forbidden by the Imam. We were sore after that I had to
make me do a cerclage of the anus and this is thanks to the fact that I
pay all the money remaining on benefits (the rest is my man who sent
them to countries where we have built a villa with pool all with a few
white slaves).

It’s okay for the money because all Christian
charities cater to the daily filling our refrigerator and clothing for
the whole family with clothes, the rest are my little angels that are in
the street “fell from a truck” as they say.

I’m 24, I’m black,
forcibly married at the age of 12, without qualifications, unemployed
mother of 14 cherubim that happiness! that made my apartment a beautiful
branch of local African and traffic is prohibited in [East England]
(I wonder why), a 7 rooms paid by the CIF (my third co-wife pays the
residual is 1 euro per month). My little angels or détraquent burn every
day lifts (among others) that are not quite luxurious for the building
they are right but I’m following myself obliged to wrestle the 10
flights of stairs to climb the huge packages containing herbs from North
Africa.

When I too rather than the garbage disposal is clogged, I
send the oil from the fryer through the window the other day I even
almost missed a small cheese-white under-dog, fortunately it disappeared
from the neighborhood with his family, anyway the car his father had
gone up in smoke, this poor fool than to enjoy the preferred benefits
for a time go to the factory on foot, good riddance it is much better
between us.

My dear man, a fervent believer, shows me every day
how much he loves me, it strikes me that I am authorized by religious
bruised from Monday to Sunday and it serves me, there is on Friday that
I escaped because he will attend to their spiritual obligations without
which he would burn in hell instead of being able to please the penis by
72 virgins. For Mother’s Day he gave me two dozen mops I’ve made a
dress, as well as my neighbors are jealous.

I am very fulfilled in
my life, the only downside of these are crap Fdesouche they are the real
culprits, as it is said everywhere that their racist like all of the
extreme right are responsible for the massacre in Oslo small innocent
children, supervised by pro-Palestinian-playing innocently in the war (I
saw it on the other unspeakable cloth Net Bivouac-ID) with a dirt
Christian who is also the Masonic lodge and anti -musumans.

Because of this pest that eats pork and drinks wine, we find it
hard to apply the commandments of our great God and our beloved prophet,
it is imperative to destroy the nest anti-secular by any means.If you
need help with logistics, you can count on my little angels we have a
well stocked arsenal stashed in the corner of the madrassa.

No, I
have exaggerated nothing, any more than you. Please put a cross where
I have to vote.

Please put a cross where I have to vote! Or would that be sacrilegious? After all, Paris is worth a mosque…